I like to say I have a life of a normal person. I don't have cheap clothes, I don't have expensive ones either. Four other siblings, yet my dad alone can support a family of 7. I honestly don't know how he does it. My mom is lazy, really lazy. She had a job right before my youngest brother was born but the job lasted only about eight months. I listen to music I would call normal, the top 40 hits. My parents are conservative republicans, big time Catholics. I also am catholic and agree with all of the church's opinions or choices. I'm never really bullied or the bully because my school is small. My dad is never home to take us places. And when we do go on vacation, it seems like right after we are almost bankrupt. It's hard sometimes. I spent almost every weekend with my grandma who lived about 30 miles from where I live. She passed away when I was about 12. That was probably the hardest thing to happen in my life. I feel like she's still here with me all the time though. Once in a while she comes to my head and I have a flashback. "Aunt rose, can I talk to grandma?" I said "I'll go wake her up. You'll have to tell her who you are because she doesn't remember very much right now" she replied. "Grandma?" I said "yes?" She replied sounding like death was at her side, ready whenever she is. While bawling I reply "I love you." " I love you too Erin."
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Life
Non-FictionYou think your life is hard. But yours is almost perfect in other people's eyes.
